Bummed About Color

There is no way around it. I'm seriously bummed. I have worked for weeks. And weeks. And weeks. I've worked since back in the summer on a project as a holiday gift. I bought yarn on our vacation to Oregon during the stop at Webster's on the way North. I bought yarn for me and for this gift. I started mine first to try the pattern. Shortly after, I started the gift. In the hanks, I loved the yarn. It seemed right for the recipient and different enough from gifts given in year's past. When I rolled the yarn, it was beautiful. I knitted and knitted and knitted. The pattern turned out to be at least five times longer than I anticipated it might be, and a month ago, I sat down and figure out how many rows I had left to do and how many rows that meant I had to knit each day to get it done in time. I sat up late at night after full days at work and full days of parenting and fully evenings of sewing for Here2There. I watched it grow and grow and grow.

And I finished.

But the color leaves me cold. You know how important color is to me. It seems I've worked on a number of "not me"-color projects recently. I thought I had hit a slump in a major project because the color scheme was so polar to my comfort zone and passion. This knit project, I thought was somewhere in the range of my color sensibility, but somehow the way the variegation played out... I'm just really disappointed. It's dark. It's heavy.

And it's an important gift... that I now feel really ambivalent about. Oh no! I keep drafting a note in my head about the color, but I don't want to sway the recipient's reaction to it.

But every time I look over and see it there on the chair, waiting a blocking which will, no doubt, challenge the realities of my limited space, I feel a wash of "bummer."


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